<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Mdom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mdom/</link><description>Recent content in Mdom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mdom/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Telephone Girl</title><link>/stories/2017/12/13/telephone-girl/</link><pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/12/13/telephone-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy stood in a small alcove off the living room of the huge house. It
was the middle of the day. No one else was home.
Amy was asleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not too long ago it was impossible for her to sleep
standing up. But now she nodded off whenever she could.
She was tightly fastened to an upright frame made of hand-carved
mahogany. She stood at attention, on tiptoe, unable to move much of
anything.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pretenders 4</title><link>/stories/2017/10/08/pretenders-4/</link><pubDate>Sun, 08 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/08/pretenders-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="pretenders3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretenders 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassie was certain that Gabe was searching for her bondage toys and rubber in her bedroom. What would he do to her once he found them?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He came out carrying her gym bag and her laundry basket.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He tipped out the basket and a mass of blue rubber slithered out in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Get dressed in these.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She hesitated. Was she making a mistake?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pretenders 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/pretenders-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/pretenders-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="pretenders.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretenders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sunday evening, Cassie was shattered. Gabe been out of bondage all day, and he hadn’t let up on her. It had been one mad passionate pounding assault after another. She was a doll that had been picked up and shaken, her joints aching. Her ribs were murder. Her hips felt like they were coming apart. She couldn’t let him see how exhausted she was. If he saw through her acting he might feel guilty. It would ruin everything for him, and that wouldn’t be right or fair.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pretenders 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/pretenders-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/pretenders-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="pretenders2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretenders 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The mystery guy made Cassie wait while he opened the hotel mini-bar and poured a generous nip of gin into a cut-glass tumbler that looked like it would hold a liter without filling it. Like the rest of the room it had an ambiance of dated luxury.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Drink. You need to relax a bit.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I’m not on edge. I just need to cum.” Her wrists were sore in the cuffs. It was an act of willpower not to squirm in an attempt to make them more comfortable.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>